Strangest job

[Dulci]

What is the strangest job you've ever had?

I haven't done anything too unusual, but the oddest job I've had was being the sample lady at the grocery store when I was 16 - excuse me sir, would you like to try some delicious Sunchips? They're new and a healthy snack choice.

[Norrie]

Not sure how strange, but certainly the dullest.
In 1980 I froze raspberries for 12 hours a night, 6 nights a week, for 12 weeks.

I stood at the end of a quick freeze conveyor belt, and approximately ever four minutes I slid the full box to the right, slid an empty box under the chute and waited another four minutes.

The downside was that the eight girlies were 50 yards away, loading the berries onto the belt. Not easy to have a conversation :(

The radio was on all night, every night. I still know all the words to every hit of that summer :tt2:

[Edit] Oh, it was about 10 years before I could face eating raspberries again.

[rogerSIMIAN]

Oh, that reminds me a bit of when I picked raspberries as a summer job when I was a teenager. Punnets and punnets and punnets of raspberries I picked until I even started dreaming about them. Haha. I bet you dreamed about raspberries for a while back there, Norrie. Do you ever have 'Nam style flash-backs? :-)

Training to be a psychie nurse certainly had it's wacky moments. In the general part of the training I saw two operations and four births, including a Caesarian, and for some reason was sent wandering through the corridors one time with a placenta in a blue bag. Births were horrible to watch in the training videos but totally emotional and rewarding experiences to witness "live".

I also had to deal with dead bodies a couple of times and obviously encountered most of the mental health problems from obsessive bahaviour to psychosis.

But surely my strangest moment was before I started my training, when I was a nursing assistant on an elderly dementia ward. I walked into the kitchen one afternoon after lunch to find one of the old fellas standing up on the sink, with his breeks at his ankles, crouching over the windowsill and... well, there's no other way of putting this, really... taking a dump! I remember him looking quite indignant and irritable with me as he looked up. Anyway, I helped him back to his room and got him cleaned up, then told a staff nurse what had occured. I learned a very valuable lesson that day when the staff nurse shrugged and calmly said, "Well, you'd better go clean it up then".

Almost Zen, that - in a crazy and quite disgusting kind of way.

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